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A fair weather friend
Gives you no consistency
Trust comes to an end
If you had millions
Would your words have more value?
Would they change more minds?
Wasn't meant to be
That expression bothers me
Leaves nothing open
It relies too much on fate
And with that I don't agree.
He kissed a girl hi.
Now she is waving goodbye,
to her ******* guy.
I write to feel life
And all of its nuances
Then I embrace them.
All bad decisions.
Take a toll on mind and soul.
You dig your own hole.
I cannot withstand
Another crack in my heart
It will break in two
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